The New Stepmother

For Elizabeth she was in a drug infused sexual heaven. She sucked cock after cock ravenously, halting only to gasp for air, change partner or sigh deeply with pleasure as her breasts were being massaged. Time after time there was the burning sensation of exploding cum in her bottom. Her hands and breasts were also soaked in cum.

Eventually sheer exhaustion overtook Elizabeth and she was gently laid on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

***

As she slowly woke up the first thing that Elizabeth felt was the heat of the morning sun as its rays beamed through the window. Her entire body ached. Her breasts, vagina and bottom were sore and there was a foul taste in her mouth. Worst of all though was this dreadful banging in her head. It was like a hammer striking an anvil at all too frequent intervals.

"Where the hell am I?" muttered Elizabeth as she swung her aching lower limbs to the floor and sat up on the bed. As if answering her own question the misty fog in her eyes began to dissipate and she soon began to realise with horror where she actually was.

"Oh my God, I'm home!" she cried. Even worse was seeing her clothes in an untidy heap on the floor at the bottom of her bed.

"What the hell got into me last night?" uttered Elizabeth. This time there was no answer because she began to feel sick and after a struggle she just made it to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Elizabeth gripped the rim of the toilet bowl for dear life. When she was confident there was no more she pulled herself up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw was utterly unrecognisable. Her hair was like matted rope. Her face was wretched and it was only then she realised she was naked and covered in cum. Elizabeth reached for the medicine cabinet and desperately opened the bottle that contained the aspirin. She took two with a swig of water and then turned on the shower. As she stepped into the shower Elizabeth's body was initially shocked but as it warmed Elizabeth found it soothing. She spent what seemed like an eternity in the shower scouring and scrubbing. When she was finally satisfied she had rid her body of its defilement she wrapped herself in a large bath towel and also wrapped a towel around her hair in the shape of a turban before heading to the passageway that led to her bedroom.

When Elizabeth drew near her bedroom she became aware of strange noises emanating from it. She stuck her head in and was horrified when she saw herself on the television satisfying several young men and clearly enjoying it.

"Oh my God!" she cried and put both hands to her mouth. What was more humiliating was that Elizabeth recognised the bedroom as the one she shared with Laura's father.

"Looks like you had a ball last night," came a familiar voice.

Elizabeth swung around and saw Laura standing in the doorway in a dressing gown. "You bitch, you set me up!" she screamed and lashed at Laura with her hands.

The younger woman was quicker. She dodged Elizabeth's manoeuvre and grabbed her hands before hurling Elizabeth to the bed.

"You stupid arrogant cow. It didn't take much to bring you down, believe me. You were your own worst enemy. What did I tell you?" replied Laura.

Elizabeth looked at Laura blankly.

"Not to trust Mike Harper. You couldn't keep your eyes or your hands off of him. Don't tell me that was staged," continued Laura.

Elizabeth, loath as she was to admit it, knew Laura was right. Even though she was sure her drink had been spiked, she had been very foolish and careless.

"When your father finds out..."

"When my father finds out you'll be out on your ear so fast you won't know what hit you," interrupted Laura.

Elizabeth gave a slight laugh. "I think you underestimate your father's forgiving nature, dear," trying to sound smug.

"And I think you overestimate it, Elizabeth or is it Annie Woodrow, Paula Lawton or whatever," responded Laura.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Elizabeth, trying to plead innocence.

"Don't take me for a fool. I know all about your scams. Preying on emotionally vulnerable men and then fleecing them dry. Did you seriously think I was going to stand by and let you do that to my father?" asked Laura with venom in her voice.

"You can't prove any of this," responded Elizabeth angrily.

"I don't have to. When Dad finds out you shared his bed with the college stud you'll be sorry you ever met him," answered Laura.

"What are you talking about?" asked Elizabeth uneasily.

Laura didn't answer. She simply picked up the remote and Elizabeth saw herself once again on the TV. This time she was clearly in the throes of sexual passion with Mike Harper in her own bed. The next clip showed them wrapped in each others arms sleeping.

"What do you want, Laura?" asked Elizabeth with the sound of defeat in her voice.

"What do I want?" replied Laura sounding surprised.

"Oh come on, Laura. Everyone has a price, even you,"

Laura was amazed at this woman's boldness. However, what she did next took Elizabeth completely by surprise as she stepped forward and whipped the bath towel from her body. Laura discarded her own robe, displaying her naked body to Elizabeth for the first time. Before the older woman had time to react Laura mounted her and kissed her moist lips with passion. What really aroused Elizabeth though was that in contrast to the young men she had been fucking, Laura's body was silky smooth and warm.

"Ahh," moaned Elizabeth as Laura began to suck, lick and nibble her right nipple. There was a similar response from Elizabeth when Laura worked on her other breast. Elizabeth was surprised at her pleasure as Laura worked her way down her waist. She couldn't help releasing sigh after sigh at the young woman's gentle tongue action. Elizabeth's pleasure culminated in a huge orgasm when Laura plunged her tongue into Elizabeth's pussy and explored her clit.

Without hesitation Elizabeth turned the younger woman over and copied her every action that eventually resulted in huge orgasm for Laura. Both women rested for a few moments and gathered their thoughts. Then Laura got up and slipped on her robe. Elizabeth rested her head in her hand looked up with a smile. "You're an amazing girl, Laura," she said.

"Thanks, you're pretty special yourself. Now, get your arse out of that bed, out of this house and out of my father's life," ordered Laura.

"But I thought..."

"I know what you thought. You're good but not that good. Now get dressed and pack your things. I'll have a taxi waiting to take you wherever you want to go," said Laura firmly.

A short time later Elizabeth descended the stairs with two suitcases. Laura stood at the opened door as if she was an official usher or doorkeeper. Neither woman spoke as Elizabeth passed Laura in the hall. Laura stepped out into the terrace and suddenly spoke. "Oh, just one more thing," she said.

Elizabeth turned around.

Whack! And Elizabeth crashed to the ground feeling her jaw where Laura's fist had struck it. "I wouldn't bother turning up at the school on Monday. You'll be out of a job by then," declared Laura with satisfaction.

"You fucking bitch!" screamed Elizabeth angrily.

"It takes one to know one, dear. If I were you I'd hurry to the taxi. The meter is running."

The taxi driver had seen Elizabeth falling to the ground. He knew better than to interfere between two women. He was content to sit in his cab and chuckle.

"Goodbye, Elizabeth, or whatever your name is," said Laura before promptly turning around, enter the house and close the door.

"Gosh, that felt good," said Laura behind the closed door and rubbed her hands with glee.

***

"Elizabeth? I'm home," cried Professor Maxwell as he dropped his briefcase in the hallway late on Sunday evening. "Elizabeth?" he repeated when there was no response.

"In here, Dad," came Laura's voice from the kitchen.

"Laura? Where's Elizabeth?" asked Laura's father as he looked around in vain.

"You better sit down, Dad. I've got some bad news," said Laura and relayed to her father the whole story.

"It's incredible, unbelievable," declared Professor Maxwell as he sipped the brandy his daughter had poured for him. "Is this true, Laura?" asked the Professor, who seemed to be in a total daze from the shocking revelations.

"Unfortunately it is, Dad. I only found out yesterday," responded Laura anxiously. "I wish it wasn't but it is true," she finished.

"This is too much. I need to lie down," said the Professor in a weak and saddened voice.

Laura fought hard to hold back her tears. She took no pleasure in seeing her dad like this and she was concerned for him. Anxiously, Laura supported her father as they made their way upstairs. "I'll bring you up some tea later," stated Laura compassionately before gently closing the door.

When Laura came up with the tea he found her father still sleeping. She gently shook him and he sat up and accepted the tea gratefully. "Thank you, dear. You're a wonderful daughter," he said as he sipped the tea. The Professor finished his tea. "Thank you, Laura. You look tired. Why don't you go to bed. I'll be alright. I promise," said the Professor reassuringly. Laura nodded and kissed her father before making her way to her bedroom.

***

Laura woke with a start. She looked at her clock on her side table. It was just after two in the morning. Then she heard strange sounds like someone crying coming from her father's bedroom. Laura got out of bed and slipped on her dressing gown and headed for her father's room

"Daddy, are you ok?" she asked as she tapped gently on the door.

There was no answer. Laura gently opened the door and saw her father curled up and crying. It was a strange sight for Laura. Her father had always been cool and collect. She had never seen him like this. Then she heard the TV and it was clear what had upset him. The picture of "Elizabeth Lomax" was displayed and the report stated that this woman, who had several aliases had been arrested earlier in the day on several counts of fraud and deception and at least one bigamous marriage.

Laura switched off the TV and then went over to comfort her father.

"Oh, Laura. I should have listened to you. I'm so, so sorry," said the Professor as he wept bitterly on Laura's shoulder.

Seeing her father so distressed brought tears to Laura's eyes. "It's alright, Daddy. At least you didn't marry her. It could have been an awful lot worse," she said compassionately.

"I really do pick them. Don't I?" asked the Professor, still crying.

"We have each other, Dad. That's all that matters," responded Laura.

Professor Maxwell looked at his daughter. "You're a good daughter, Laura. I'm very lucky to have you," he said and kissed her on her cheek.

Laura just smiled. "Move over, Daddy," she ordered and she got in beside him after discarding her gown. "Goodnight, Daddy," said Laura.

"Goodnight , Laura," said Professor Maxwell. Father and daughter held each and soon fell asleep cradled in each other's arms.